It was a fine evening, as little Scott came running towards his father, John.
“So what have you wished for this Christmas, Scott?” John asked seeing his happy face.
“I can’t wait for Santa. Can I get a school bag?” Scott asked.
“But why? You already have one!” John wondered.
“But Sam doesn’t. Even Santa didn’t give him anything last year!”
Sam was their maid’s son. John left the home with a smile. Scott had grown up it seemed.